One of the things we were really excited about when we moved was space to grow plants. We realized before too long that we didn’t actually have much space that was ready for growing. The yard was a north-south rectangle when we moved in. We crammed as much as we could stand on the patio (where it was possible to get full sun), but that’s not really as much as we had hoped. And to be blunt, keeping plants in pots sucks.
Once the trees were taken down, they were cut into firewood-length logs for us, with the brushy stuff from the tops either chipped or stacked for a bonfire (the chickens didn’t naturally like the pile of chips…I bribed them with some corn).
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks splitting. We have two large piles of firewood and I still have a lot to do. Tony’s been helping me, but it’s mostly me doing a few hours a day. This was one of those days that I wouldn’t minded having a hand…getting that one up on the splitter was tough. One of those is fun. A few, especially in the same day, is exhausting.